I Concentrate On You

Whenever skies look gray to me
 And trouble begins to brew
 Whenever the winter winds, they get too strong
 I concentrate on you
 When fortune cries nay, nay, nay, nay to me
 And people declare, "You're through"
 Whenever the blues become the only song
 I concentrate on you
 On your smile that sweet, and it's so tender
 When at first my kiss you do decline
 On the light in your eyes when you surrender
 Once again our arms intertwine
 And so when wise men say to me
 That love's young dream never comes true
 To prove that even the wise men can be wrong
 I concentrate on you
 And so when wise men say to me
 That love's young dream doesn't come true
 To prove the wise men can be wrong
 I concentrate on you
 I infiltrate, concentrate on you